Jiang Lai leaned over curiously, "What's wrong? Who gave me the news?"
I turned off the screen. "Zhou Fang."
"Him? Why did he come to you? It was at the restaurant that night. He was being sarcastic and not having fun? Did he feel like he didn't perform well enough?"
"no."
I said a little embarrassedly, "His legs hurt. It must be something left behind by the explosion. I have to go check it out."
Jiang Lai glared at me angrily, "I just asked you if you would be lustful towards your friends in the future, and you're already lustful now?"
I pinched her shoulders like a servile person. "Lai Lai, how could I possibly ignore my friend? I'm just going to take a look. What do you want to eat? I'll bring you a midnight snack."
"No, doesn't he have a girlfriend? Why are you going there to figure it out?"
"Not a girlfriend."
I touched my ear and said, "That's his cousin."
"Go, go."
Jiang Lai breathed a sigh of relief and readily pushed me out of the house.
On the way to Jiangcheng No. 1 Bus, when I was about to enter the garage, the security guard stopped me outside.
They said that the property management has issued a new regulation today, and no outside vehicles are allowed to enter.
I called Zhou Fang, but no one answered.
I had no choice but to leave my car in a roadside parking space, borrow an umbrella from the security guard, and sneak into the community.
Unable to withstand the heavy rain, when I entered the apartment building, my high heels were wet and my long skirt was sticking to my legs.
Although it was summer, the moment I entered the elevator, I was still startled by the cold air that hit me in the face.
“Ding Dong——”
Standing at Zhou Fang's door, I raised my hand and pressed the doorbell.
After a while, the door opened and Zhou Fang was sitting in a wheelchair, wearing a black T-shirt and olive-colored work shorts.
Under the bright light, his eyes were tired and his voice was faint.
"Mrs. Fu, it's hard to explain why you're visiting a man's house so late at night, right?"
I was slightly startled, "Didn't you send me a message?"
"Should I send you a message?"
He looked as if he had heard a joke, his lips turning cold and sarcastic. "Do you still think I was your lapdog two years ago, someone you could summon and dismiss at will?"
I lowered my eyes and said, "Well, let's just treat it as a bug in WeChat."
I paused for a moment, then looked at him again, "If your legs hurt..."
"rest assured."
He interrupted coldly, "I'm in so much pain, and I don't need anyone else's wife to care about me."
"Well... I mean, if your legs hurt, just rub them yourself. I'll be gone first."
After saying this, I turned around and was about to leave.
His expression grew colder, and he raised his hand to close the door.
But seeing that I was soaking wet, he frowned unhappily and snorted, "Come in and change your clothes. If you catch a cold, Mr. Fu will come to settle the score with me."
"It doesn't matter……"
"Ruan Nanzhi, you are used to me begging and coaxing you, right? Can't you listen to normal talk?" He interrupted forcefully in a rare manner.
I squeezed my palms, said nothing, and stepped in as he maneuvered his wheelchair to make way.
"Your slippers are on the top shelf."
He said this calmly and steered his wheelchair to the living room.
I opened the shoe cabinet and actually saw a pair of slippers on the top. They were the same pair I wore when I came to eat hot pot two years ago.
There was only a pair of shoes on that floor.
Zhou Fang looked at me from a distance with a cold face, "Go to Zhou Qing's room to find clothes, just pick something, she won't mind it."
"There are clean towels in the bathroom," he said.
"Okay, got it."
I nodded in agreement.
I've been here before, and I still remember the layout: five bedrooms, two living rooms, and one master bedroom is his.
One is the study where I broke the piggy bank, and the other is the e-sports room.
There are two guest rooms, one is occupied by Zhou Mo and the other one is occupied by Zhou Qing.
I didn't pick too carefully, I just picked up a dark green halter dress and went into the bathroom to change into it.
I picked up the wet clothes and went out. He was working on his notebook in the study.
I stood at the door and hesitated for a moment before speaking, "Please tell Sister Zhou Qing for me that I'll wash the clothes and return them to her."
He didn't even glance at me, only uttered a faint monosyllable, "Hmm."
"I'm sorry to bother you."
"Um."
I came over and saw him suddenly bend down to rub his calves, but it seemed that he was struggling because his legs could not support him.
"Let me rub it for you."
I walked in and said, "I've learned massage in the past two years and my technique is pretty good. Want to try it?"
This matter is quite accidental.
After arriving in Country F, the old lady living in the yard next to me was of Chinese descent. She was a practitioner of traditional Chinese medicine and was very good at massage and acupuncture.
She treats me very well and always sends me a portion of whatever delicious food she cooks.
Once, seeing that I had cervical pain, he massaged me twice, and the effect was immediate.
He also asked me if I wanted to learn.
Zhou Fang sneered and mocked, "Are you so diligent and conscientious in being a good wife and mother?"
“…”
I half squatted down, put my hands on his calf muscles, controlled my technique, and massaged them with moderate force.
I have been studying for almost two years, but I never thought that I would be able to put my knowledge into practice one day.
While pressing, I asked cautiously, "Your leg is injured. What did the doctor say? Is it still possible for you to stand up?"
"Stand up?"
Zhou Fang seemed stunned for a moment, then looked around and said something else, "Your technique is really good. You can tell you've given people a lot of massages."
Seeing that he didn't want to talk about it, I just took it as his tacit agreement and couldn't bear to ask any more questions. I just followed the topic and said, "Only Dabai has pressed it."
"Dabai?"
"Um."
I nodded, looking up at him, and smiled softly, "I have a big dog, but he's very well behaved. When I massage him, he never opens his mouth to bite me."
Zhou Fang narrowed his eyes dangerously. "What do you mean? Calling me worse than a dog?"
"No, you're better than a dog."
"Ruan Nanzhi."
His face was gloomy and uncertain, and he finally laughed angrily, "Do you usually talk to Fu Qichuan like this?"
"I divorced him."
I lowered my eyes, massaging his legs vigorously with my fingers, and replied, "Zhou Fang, I'm divorced."
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